You were the Goddess of Peace and Healing. However your life was going great, perfect even before you ran into him...oh how you hated the Blood God. [This fic is entirely based on the characters not the actual people, this fic will deal with angst, smut and other serious and silly topics so be aware, anyways happy reading!]

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 1 --- Tacenda; pl (plural only): Things that are not to be spoken about or made public. Things that are best left unsaid. --- He was unlike anyone else you had seen before. There was a certain confidence about him that drew everyone's eye. His hair was tied back into a messy plait, but it was the color that was the most striking, a bright pink that contrasted the dark red and black of his robes. His face was mostly obscured by the mask of his people, but you could just make out the shape of his jaw and a flash of sharp teeth when he smiled. He was dangerous - but he was magnetic.